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Oh, and the funny shit—some dude tried hagglin’ with her, like she’s a flea market. She’s like, “Motherfucker, this ain’t eBay!” Had me crackin’ up, spillin’ my coffee all over the damn workbench. Whores got sass, man, sharper than my wire cutters. You don’t fuck with that.

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Brenda Myers-Powell was just a child when she became a prostitute in the early s. Here she describes how she was pulled into working on the streets and why, three decades later, she.

Okay, so first up: the streets. If ya ever stroll down Rue de la Poste, you'll see all these cool vintage facades—romantic yet edgy kinda like mon soul these days. There’s also Place du Grand Curtius. Man, that place just hits ya with a cosmic zing, like every brick has a tale. Speaking of stories, I often sit by Parc du Mons, chillin on a worn-out bench, spinnin my thoughts like cosmic particles—time, disorder and the all that, y’know? Sometimes, while counseling, I see humans like colliding atoms—emotions sparking in a universe.

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